Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

There were many cars parked in the parking lot, of all kinds, including many luxury cars.

Ma Shan originally thought it was an underground dog fighting ring, and the Porsche he drove was already impressive enough.

But once you stop here, it’s not enough to compare with the Rolls-Royce and Bugatti Veyron next to it.

"Hey, isn't this a place selling smuggled cars?" Mashan said.

"Ma Shan, you are short-sighted. Don't underestimate this place. Big bosses from Qiantang and Shenzhou often come here to play."

Huang San was not without pride, as if he was the one who started this scene.

"This Rolls-Royce belongs to Boss Zhou from Wuzhou. He has a purebred Tibetan Mastiff that has been playing here for several days. If he hadn't come here, Caitou wouldn't be at the dog farm every day. "

Li Muchen said "Oh" and asked casually, "Who is Caitou?"

"Caitou is the boss of this place."

“It’s not just an ordinary person who can open such a place, right?”

"That's right, who is Caitou? He's a man with great hands and eyes."

Huang San gave a thumbs up, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Li in front of him was the son-in-law of the Lin family, and smiled sarcastically.

"Of course, compared to your Lin family, it's a bit worse. But in the world of Hecheng, Caitou can be considered a number one."

"Are you familiar with Caitou?"

"That's right, buddy!" Huang San shook his hair.

Li Muchen pointed to a Bugatti Veyron with a Shenzhou license plate next to him and asked, "Whose car is this?"

Huang San shook his head: "I really don't know about this. I haven't seen him before. I guess he is a new customer."

Not far from the parking lot, there is a large factory building.

There are two security guards at the gate.

Huang San was very familiar with them, so he said hello and went in.

"There are security guards for dog fighting?" Mashan asked curiously.

"Hey, these are the two who collect the tickets. If something happens in the dog farm, they won't be able to stop it," Huang San said.

"Do you still buy tickets here?"

"One hundred per person, but you are the guests I brought. Tickets are free. I treat you."

The factory building was transformed into a dog fighting ring.

There was a three-meter-square area enclosed by iron railings in the middle, where two dogs were biting each other.

On the outside is a terraced stand that can accommodate hundreds of people.

There were quite a few people here, and about one-third of the seats were occupied.

The factory is also equipped with air conditioning, but because the venue is large and there are many people, it is still very hot.

Many people were shirtless and vigorously cheering for the dogs on the field.

Huang San led them to squeeze inside and find a comfortable position.

The two dogs on the field were still biting each other, and they were covered in blood, and they didn’t know which one it belonged to.

After watching for a while, the black dog bit the yellow dog's neck.

The yellow dog struggled desperately at first, but lost strength after a few minutes.

The black dog began to bite, trying to tear the yellow dog's neck apart.

There was a person beside the fence who looked anxious and shouted: "Let go! I give up!"

I heard a burst of boos from the people around me.

Someone brought a high-pressure water gun and sprayed water on the dogs to separate the two dogs.

The man who shouted to admit defeat walked in dejectedly, picked up the dying dog, and walked out.

The winning dog was also scarred, but the owner rushed in with joy on his face and waved to the audience in the west.

Someone came up with a tray.

There was a pile of money on the tray, and a medal.

A middle-aged man in his teens came over, hung the medal around the dog's neck, and gave the money to the dog's owner.

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the scene.

Gouzi sat there in confusion, obviously not knowing what happened, and just lowered his head to lick the wound.

Its owner looked very excited, holding the money and waving his fist vigorously several times.

After they went down, the cleaning crew came over and started cleaning up the place.

Huang San took advantage of this opportunity to introduce the situation to Li Muchen.

There are about five games in this venue a night, sometimes seven or eight.

Dog owners from all over the world can sign up to participate, and if they win, they can get a bonus of five to one hundred thousand.

Audiences buy tickets to enter and can place bets on the spot.

Only cash is accepted, counted on the spot, and cards will be collected after registration.

Once the dogfight begins, buy and leave, waiting for the result.

Li Muchen looked in the direction pointed by Huang San. There was a square gambling table with many people surrounding it.

There were several piles of red banknotes on the table, as well as several banknote detectors.

The middle-aged man who just came on stage to present the award was sitting behind the table.

"Is that the cabbage?" Li Muchen asked.

"No." Huang San said, "This is the outfield, all small games, just for fun. Caitou should be playing in the infield with Boss Zhou from Wuzhou at the moment."

Ma Shan said angrily: "What the hell do you mean, you won't take us to the infield?"

Huang San looked embarrassed: "Master Li is a stranger, and all the guests inside are VIPs..."

Before he could finish his words, Ma Shan grabbed him by the collar.

"Huang San, you really know what will happen if you play tricks on me!"

Li Muchen stretched out his hand to stop us, "Forget it, since people can't trust us, let's go. A small game worth tens of thousands of yuan is nothing."

Ma Shan found that his brother was quite good at acting. He was really rich and wealthy, just like a real son-in-law of the Lin family.

Huang San immediately put on a smile: "Master Li, don't be angry. Otherwise, you guys just play here while I go and talk to Caitou."

Li Muchen nodded: "That's fine."

"Then sit down and I'll come as soon as I can."

Huang San left.

At this time, another person came up with two dogs.

A young girl came up holding a sign with the dog's breed, name and weight written on it.

Someone on the other side of the square shouted: "The bet has been placed, the bet has been placed."

On-site workers began bathing the dogs right at the fence.

Ma Shan was very puzzled, "Why the hell do you need to take a shower before fighting?"

Suddenly I heard someone next to me say: "This is to prevent someone from putting medicine on the dog."

"What are you applying medicine for? Poison?" Mashan asked.

The man said: "It's not poisoning, it's usually anesthesia, so that the dog doesn't hurt when bitten, but when the other dog bites it, its mouth is numb and it loses its fighting ability."

Ma Shan suddenly realized: "Damn it, there are so many tricks in a dog fight."

The man laughed loudly: "The water in this industry is also very deep."

Only then did Li Muchen notice that a young man in his twenties was sitting not far from them.

There had been a lot of people before, and there were a few seats between them, but now everyone had gone to the gaming table to place bets, and they noticed him.

The people who come here to watch dog fights are all vicious, with tattoos on their arms or backs.

But this man is very different. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and is polite and polite, which is very inconsistent with the atmosphere of the dog farm.

Li Muchen looked at him, and he looked at Li Muchen.

"Is this your first time in a place like this?" the man asked.

Li Muchen asked, "Do you come here often?"

The man said: "Not often, I play occasionally. This is my first time here."

Li Muchen nodded: "I see you are a gentle man, different from them."

The man smiled and said, "I'm just a scumbag."

Then he said: "You look quite polite."

Li Muchen said: "But I am not a scum."

The man burst out laughing.

Li Muchen also smiled.

"You are an interesting person. My name is Chen Wenxue, what do you call me?"

"Li Muchen."

"Mu Chen, bathe in the world of mortals and enjoy life, what a good name. Unlike me, whose name is literature, but I can't write half an article, it's tacky!"

Li Muchen didn't expect that he could express so many emotions just by introducing his name.

It seems that this guy has a lot of resentment towards his origins.

Those who had placed bets came back, and there were people between them, making it inconvenient to talk, so Li Muchen didn't bother to talk anymore.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wenxu took the initiative to sit over.

"Don't you want to play with both hands?"

Ma Shan had already felt a little itchy and said, "I don't know what the rules are for betting here."

Chen Wenxue said: "It's nothing special. Just bet on whichever one you like. The bet starts with one brick and ends with twenty bricks."

The so-called bricks refer to RMB. A stack of ten thousand yuan is called a brick.

Twenty bricks is two hundred thousand.

"But this round is a fight to the death." Chen Wenxue reminded.

"What do you mean?" Mashan asked.

Chen Wenxue explained: "Like just now, the dog owner admits defeat and uses a high-pressure water cannon to separate the dogs. This is called a fight to the death. If it is a fight to the death, one dog must be bitten to death. Some dogs don't look very fierce. , but they just can’t kill it, and there are many who come back in the end.”

The two dogs had been washed clean by the staff, and the betting desk was urging again: "The market will be closed soon, so hurry up if you want to place your bets."

Ma Shan asked Li Muchen: "How about we also have a little fun? Which one do you think can win?"

Li Muchen said: "The yellow one."

"Okay, let's bet on the yellow one." Mashan said, "I'll place the bet. You tell me how much to bet."

Li Muchen said casually: "Two hundred thousand."